“Smoke.”
“May I?”
“You must.”
“Still more like olden times, Flora.”
Jack lit up his pipe, and then he took his sister’s hand.
“I’m glad,” he said, “that I never had a brother.”
“And I,” she said, “am happy I never had a sister.”
“We are all in all to each other, are we not, Flo?”
“All in all, Jack; especially now.”
“Ah yes; now that I have lost Gerty. Ah, siss! you nor any one else in the wide world can ever tell how dearly I loved, and still love, that faithless girl.”